We had to lift up our dogs so they could also be in the picture. They were not enthused.
Love this man.
These butts would later fall off, after mistakenly choosing the wrong trail -
a nearly 8 mile hike up a mountain. My legs are still crying.
It is nice staying in the woods. Our little cabin trips are never long enough. As soon as we're able, we'll pack up the beebs and hightail it to the country for a more permanent stay. I want a clothesline, a garden, and a wooded driveway that rambles on for a mile without a neighbor in sight. Mushaboom. That's the ticket.